November 26th, 2009
I spent the majority of last week in New Orleans for work. I am pretty sure that the week tried to kill me using a variety of implements which included, but were not limited to cement (broken, whole and covered by bad carpeting), new clogs (while the fate of their cuteness is still undecided, the [...]
August 27th, 2009
I am a compulsive shopper. And it’s not the quirky chick-lit kind that has a glossy cover with hot pink lipstick and apple martinis. There is no green scarf, nor is there a magical writing job despite a terrible interview attached to this. If a book were written about my compulsion it would more likely [...]